On The Same Shit

On The Same Shit Lyrics

(Holly Turnt This sh*t Up)
Mm, mm
Woah
Mm-mm, mm, uh, mm-mm-mm, let's go
Uh, Big Grim Reaper Gang (Woah), know who running this sh*t (Woah)
Let's go

Uh, let me tell you the difference (Tell the difference)
I'm in the streets, use this book just to tell how I'm living (Show how I'm—)
I'm not the type to start sh*t and don't finish (Uh-uh)
If I kill my man, dump the clip 'til it's empty (Clip 'til it's—)
No, I can't show him no sympathy (Uh-uh)
b**ch sent a text, said she leaving, she sick of me, woah (Woah, woah)
These niggas killing me (Woah)
Pillow talk to the ho, next day, she licking me (She eatin' me)
Mm, woah, the money ain't change me (Woah, uh)
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same sh*t
Steppers with me, yeah, they armed and they dangerous
Auto the Glock, let it rip without aimin' (Let it rip)
Uh, internet dissing, it's lame sh*t
Catch him down bad, now he speak a new language (Pull up with his main b**ch)
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous (Tryna hate)
Same b**ches didn't look at me when I was nameless

Uh (Woah, let's go)
Took losses and crosses, I feel like I'm painless
I'm a boss, if you talk, gotta make some arrangements (Gotta close up your mouth)
Cut on the truck, make it out when it's raining
No cuddling, told her just give me the brain (Woah)
Won't f**k this b**ch, can't have that dirt on my name (Dirty on my—)
No strings attached, that's just part of the gang (Woah)
Double Perc' made me move it, no, we not the same (No, woah)
Ride own my wave, I just stay in my lane (Just stay in my—)
Now I walk on the stage, b**ches screaming my name (Screaming my—)
Reachin' that fire, I got accurate aim (I got accurate range)
Deadeye with the Glock when we bust out his brain
I stayed down, ran it up, you can go do the same (Yeah)
I taught myself how to hustle (Yeah)
Now, look, I'm the muscle
I know how you feel 'cause I come from the struggle (Woah, woah)
Get up and go get it, lil' nigga we straight out the gutter (Gets up)
Now that I'm rich, I can go buy whatever
That sh*t that you say, b**ch, I spend on a sweater
My lil' b**ch, she on it, I call her Griselda (She can do whatever)
Backdoor a nigga, she do what I tell her
Rich and I'm ruthless, the money ain't make it no better (No)
Don't like when I'm mad 'cause I turn to the devil (Woah)
Just me and fat cuz, I know he 'bout whatever
Don't f**k with these niggas, no, you not a member (You not a stepper)

Uh, let me tell you the difference (Tell the difference)
I'm in the streets, use this book just to tell how I'm living (Show how I'm—)
I'm not the type to start sh*t and don't finish (Uh-uh)
If I kill my man, dump the clip 'til it's empty (Clip 'til it's—)
No, I can't show him no sympathy (Uh-uh)
b**ch sent a text, said she leaving, she sick of me, woah (Woah, woah)
These niggas killing me (Woah)
Pillow talk to the ho, next day, she licking me (She eatin' me)
Mm, woah, the money ain't change me (Woah, uh)
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same sh*t
Steppers with me, yeah, they armed and they dangerous
Auto the Glock, let it rip without aimin' (Let it rip)
Uh, internet dissing, it's lame sh*t
Catch him down bad, now he speak a new language (Pull up with his main b**ch)
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous (Tryna hate)
Same b**ches didn't look at me when I was nameless

Woah, let's go
Uh, internet dissing, it's lame sh*t
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous
Same b**ches didn't look at me when I was nameless
Woah, the money ain't change me
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same sh*t